Dragon Who Controls Time



The south was peaceful now.

The smoke from the chimneys was faint and the scenery was pleasant.

In the blink of an eye, under the cover of the night, the silver dragon arrived above a city.

It was night time, but all kinds of lights lit up the city below as if it was daytime. It was as if there was no darkness.

Looking down, Garen saw his own lifelike sculpture in the bustling city.

A majestic dragon with a ring of black scales on its neck stood with its head raised.

Until today.

Garen was still regarded as the Grand Duchy of Shermo, no, the Dragon Aspect of the current Kingdom of Shermo. Although Garen had stopped asking about it a long time ago, there were still various legends about Garen left in this place. Some of the new and aggressive countries did not dare to attack the Kingdom of Shermo because they could not confirm the authenticity of the legends.

Just the little bit of protection from Garen was enough for this kingdom to prosper for countless years.

"I lost a lot of money in the deal with Thorn Duke.”

Garen thought of the Thorn Duke, who was just a powerless mortal, but could talk and laugh in front of him without showing any fear. He was calmer than a group of warriors and spellcasters.

" It's been more than two hundred years. The Duke of Thorns should be a skeleton now.”

Thinking back now, Garen felt as if everything had happened yesterday.

However, in his eyes, a mere two hundred years was enough to accommodate the rough lives of many creatures.

After quietly watching for a few minutes and not disturbing the peace of the city, the silver dragon left quietly like a gust of wind.

After that, Garen visited the Wasteland of Bones, Timo, the Holy Church, and other places that he had been to before.

The Wasteland of Bones had been completely purified. The death aura that had covered the sky no longer existed, and the barren and withered land regained its vitality.

Because of the war and the Liches, Timo had been severely injured. After two hundred years, he hadn't been able to recover. He had been divided and annexed by other countries, and had become a thing of the past. The Holy Church was still quietly standing in the city of the new country, still maintaining its divine position.

Garen even went to the Metal Dragon Island.

There were not many true dragons living on the Noah Continent, and the dragons on the Metal Dragon Island were several times fewer than before.

This was because when Kara was established, most of the True Dragons had migrated away.

Moreover, a small place like the Noah Continent was indeed not suitable for true dragons to soar.

However, there was an old friend of Garen's on the Metal Dragon Island that had withered a lot.

The old female Silver Dragon was quietly entrenched on the pale golden beach at the edge of Dragon Island, watching the group of small Metal Dragons playing by the beach. Under the moonlight, her expression was quiet and elegant.

Silver Dragon Luna had passed the mature stage and was now an old dragon.

Facing the moonlight, Luna felt as if some creature was quietly watching her.

She narrowed her eyes and raised her head.

A pair of platinum eyes entered his sight.

"Long time no see, Luna."

Garen revealed himself and said.

Luna was stunned for a moment before she smiled faintly and said,"Actually, it hasn't been that long. It's only been a short hundred years. The sea is still the sea.”

"Right, if you aren't guarding the Royal Court, why would you have the time to come to the prime material plane?”

Even though Garen's status in the Dragon Clan was already frighteningly high, Luna's attitude was still calm. It was as if she was facing an old friend, and she did not show any reserved reaction, which made Garen feel very comfortable.

As the saying goes, it's lonely at the top. When facing his old friends, Garen did not want to see the other party's respectful gaze.

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